...finally gone. I'm not going to delve too much into politics - but this conversation actually happened more than once last week after the Obama acceptance speech:Obama Supporter and general Idealist: "Did you watch the Obama speech last night?!"
Myself and general Realist: "Yup."
OS: "What did yout think?"
Me: "Well, Id like to think I have an open mind and I am really approaching this whole election without leaning toward one party or another. I think Obama's speech was perfectly practiced sophist rhetoric. All of his ideals and goals were lofty...and unacheivable. Well, at least 90% was unacheivable. I wish that it was possible to do all the things that he said he would do, but there is no possible chance on this planet that he could actually do what he promised to do. I wish I could believe him, but being a Realist, I had a hard time not immediately recoginzing every impossible goal. Does that make sense?"
OS: "Yes, completely. I noticed that too...but isnt he a WONDERFUL speaker? I cant wait to vote for him."
Me: "Good luck."
You know who else was a great speaker? Hitler. I guess Ill have to watch a little RNC cove
rage, too. Dammit.
That being said, I left as soon as I possibly could and headed to the mountains with friends. My buddy Chris Baumgartner has a house, along with 9 others, in Nathrop, CO on the Arkansas River. Yes, ON the Arkansas. Private access. I fly fished with Matt (while Brett fished with spinner bait...in a bathing suit and Chacos), drank whiskey, and slept under the stars. Rinse, repeat. Also, while most of the houseguests went rafting, I took a few friends up to Frontier Ranch and showed them a little taste of what I did during the summers in college and the two years afterwards. Not only was it a joy to be able to show them around property and explain why everything was so spotless, but it made me think about why I really lived on those properties, and why I left. And maybe how I wasnt ready to.
Nevertheless, I shot 3 under on the front 9.
Afterwards we had a legendary steak dinner at the legendary Quincy's. 14 filet mignons, salad and baked potato, and quite a few mixed drinks: $210. Um, excellent. Then we hit up Cottonwood Hotsprings, which is apparently NOT clothing optional anymore - nevertheless excellent.
The unfortunate thing about Labor Day is that you have to actually labor on Tuesday. For me, I ended up working about 13 hours. Thats okay because after work I stumbled upon something and realized that...
Me: "Good luck."
You know who else was a great speaker? Hitler. I guess Ill have to watch a little RNC cove
rage, too. Dammit.That being said, I left as soon as I possibly could and headed to the mountains with friends. My buddy Chris Baumgartner has a house, along with 9 others, in Nathrop, CO on the Arkansas River. Yes, ON the Arkansas. Private access. I fly fished with Matt (while Brett fished with spinner bait...in a bathing suit and Chacos), drank whiskey, and slept under the stars. Rinse, repeat. Also, while most of the houseguests went rafting, I took a few friends up to Frontier Ranch and showed them a little taste of what I did during the summers in college and the two years afterwards. Not only was it a joy to be able to show them around property and explain why everything was so spotless, but it made me think about why I really lived on those properties, and why I left. And maybe how I wasnt ready to.
Nevertheless, I shot 3 under on the front 9.
Afterwards we had a legendary steak dinner at the legendary Quincy's. 14 filet mignons, salad and baked potato, and quite a few mixed drinks: $210. Um, excellent. Then we hit up Cottonwood Hotsprings, which is apparently NOT clothing optional anymore - nevertheless excellent.
The unfortunate thing about Labor Day is that you have to actually labor on Tuesday. For me, I ended up working about 13 hours. Thats okay because after work I stumbled upon something and realized that...
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It's springtime for Hitler and Germany... Winter for Poland and France...
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